RMC

Conflicted angelic forces
and all of Heaven’s might
could never wipe away the
desire in you I had delight.

How could heaven make
overwhelming beauty visible
while at the same time curse
me with unrequited love miserable?

Embalmed at an early age
by blind eyes and cruel stares
that pulled my notions one way
then broken by parental repair.

Heaven take me away I cry
tears of rain from their patrol;
drug through aspects of youth
by nepotistic God fearing souls.

Heaven I don’t know what it
looks like, sounds or it smells.
All I know are my senses I reflect
now that clarity of myths I repel.

I believe in an almighty sweet
but the meat on my bones tears
with age and I’ve missed bliss
that I never knew was ever there.

I wanted to sin in beautiful ways,
as I wanted to kiss your neck.
But I understand now my dear
how my presence it affects.

I’m conflicted by battling angels
whom have kept me from death.
Sworn to the betterment of life
I confessed to God I swore breath.

Deny I have myself any joy
for the lashes across my back.
Now I sit in squander wishing
my soul would stop turning black.

Is heaven like this I do not know,
are we just filled with no passion
that was supposed to help me grow
here on this earth I have no rations.

No memories of touching toes,
or fumbling in sheets in laughter,
kisses that are to make us glow
I’ve missed and my heart’s a disaster.